Mayor Burnley opened his eyes to feel his hands cuffed far apart from each other, chained to the roof, his body suspended above the ground with his legs chained to the same ground. He struggled, pulling at the cuffs in a bid to free his limbs but all to no avail. He looked around the room he was chained in. It had a red theme with a number of metal tables and glass wall-cabinets lying around. Several crude weapons and modified vocational tools laid on the tables and different knives of varying lengths, shapes and colors hung inside the glass wall-cabinets.If he was just an innocent Mayor who only knew of the regular society, he would have been oblivious to the purpose of these weapons and tools he saw around. But given his corrupt nature and the vices he engaged in, he knew differently. He was well informed on such things. He even had one place just like this.He knew what he was chained in. A torture room. And given the familiar voice he had heard before he passed out, he knew just

After finishing the contents of their glasses, Dylan and Victor exited the private room and headed to the hall. They got to the hall and stood on the podium looking expectantly at the entrance as they heard the swerving and drifting of several cars that entered the compound. Dylan beamed as he already knew it was done. The Ironsides had been completely eradicated. They watched as men in black suits and white shirts walked in with their guns in hand. Some of them had blood stains on their suits and shirts.They all bowed the moment they saw Dylan on the podium. "My Daggers" Dylan said, beaming with pride. He was well pleased with them. "How many of the Ironsides survived or escaped?" Dylan asked."None" they chorused.One man in a leather jacket walked out from their midst and knelt before the podium, bowing to Dylan."Nick" Dylan called with approval. "Pope" Nick replied, standing up with a smile."You've made me especially proud today, Nick. I am well pleased with you. Consider yo

Chelsea sat on her bed, a smirk outlined on her lips as she tossed a coin in the air and caught it. She envisioned the tribute she had demanded from Stone coming in every month. All she needed was someone she could trust with the responsibility of fetching it. It had to be a man among the several guards Dylan placed in the house. She needed to search among them to see whom she could assign the duty and trust to keep his word.Both as a high-ranking member of the cartel and the Don's own consigliere, she had earned the right to call shots and assign duties. If she wanted, she could even order for her own division of guards, men solely serving her purpose and interests. But she didn't want to be soaked too deep in the mafia business and loose sight of her main goal.She had already decided in her heart that the work she did on Stone was going to be her last. She wasn't going to request for any other jobs that would take her out of the mansion. She was just going to serve as she had origi

Chelsea dried her hair with a towel, rubbing gently against it. She heard light footsteps and turned back to see Dylan emerging from the bathroom. He tied a towel around his waist, shielding his genital region while he was bare from his waist up. She smiled at his frame, admiring his muscular build as his entire outline was all the more alluring to her eyes. She chuckled to herself. She truly could never get enough of him. Even a glimpse of him was enough to get her subconscious mind worked up."Your eyes are saying something" he called with a smile as he walked towards her. "Mind sharing?" he added.She quickly turned away from him. She wasn't ready to start another round of sexual gratification. Because, as it always did, it starts with looking at his eyes. Then he flashes her his bewitching smile. Before she can hold herself, her dirty eyes would have already wandered to his pelvic region, looking for a bulge. The rest was practically history. Looking away before it all starts wa

Chelsea gently put on the strap on her right thigh and holstered a gun into it. She brought her leg down from the stool and her gown gently descended over her legs, covering the strap and the gun holstered on it. She walked to her dressing mirror and observed her reflection. She looked exactly like she used to whenever she donned the Raven persona. Her hair was packed into a doughnut with a pin inserted into it to hold it. Only one thing was left but obviously not to be forgotten; her mask. She picked up the black masquerade party mask that had feathers all around it and gazed at it. It was the most important feature of her persona, Raven. As she gently tied the lace attached to the mask behind her head, she reminisced on the instructions Dylan had dished out to her. She was to meet Omar at a hotel, The Echelon. Omar would notify the management that a female visitor putting on a mask would be coming to see him. The management was to let her through without questioning or searching.